In the heart of the enchanting rolling meadows, lived a boy named Shepherd. His existence was pure, and unsophisticated. His only responsibility was mainly to tend to his flock of ewes.
Their gentle baas and the rustling of the breezes across the lone tree on the hilltop were his main associates. Day after day, guarding his charges inculcated in him a click here notion of quiet fulfillment.
But, there were at times moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would pine for companionship. During one such occasion from sheer boredom, the shepherd boy devised a mischievous scheme.
Tales of wolves preying on sheep had been heard times and again in the hamlet. So, the boy chose to used this fear and played a prank on the townsfolk.
One morning he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! There is a wolf attacking my sheep!” The scared villagers ran up the hills to help but saw nothing threatening.
The boy giggled at the dilemma on their faces. This trick persisted for a few days more. However, one day, a real wolf actually attack the herd. The shepherd boy dashed for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.
Frustrated and alone, the boy battled against the wolf but could rescue only few of his sheep. Devastated, he went back to the village only to be met with a scolding on honesty and the repercussions of crying wolf.
The tale of this shepherd boy has been transmitted generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the importance of honesty, the consequences of lying and the perils of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once broken, is tough to earn back. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.